There are the noises of tourists and motorcycles and cars (electric in the city center so rather quiet). One of the results of traveling alone, however, is the lack of conversation with a companion and with one’s self. My mind begins to still. Solitude is wherever I chose it. Right now I am writing in the Bardini Gardens. This afternoon after lunch I decided to come here. Walking up the path, I decided to sit down to knit for a while and then to write. As simple as that. Now I’m ready to walk on. I’ll post this back at my apartment. As simple as that.
For your viewing enjoyment: The Bardini Gardens in April.